Handle never pressed to friendly welcome open slammed shut in anger opened gently to say sorry Handle never pressed slowly, by tiny children's hands, night before Christmas to lock teenager out after first taste of freedom to squeak after boys night out Verdigris green and rusted, left out under the blue sky Not a single time open, but never ever closed
Found this handle at the house never built that I wrote of a year ago, find it here.
Handle life with care, ha de Gƶtt!
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UlleHaddock 
If only it could talk!
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a lovely, thoughtful post with a good motto at the end š
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Thoughtful post. Like a mind should be, never closed.
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read this one again, Ulle: it does reference Xmas; what a gorgeous, simple poem š
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